Page 37 of Finding Jacob
Wide-eyed, I glanced at the driver.
“He has earphones in,” Jacob said, maybe hoping to ease my embarrassment.
“Why?”
“Why do I want to fuck you in this car?”
“No, why does he have earphones in?”
“So, he can’t hear me.” He said it so matter of fact, as if it was normal, and I should have understood.
“Ah, okay. Why then to the other bit?” I brushed off the,so he can’t hear me.
“Because I love this car, and... And I want to.”
I stared at him. He stared at me. “Then I can’t wait,” I replied.
He took hold of my hand and raised it to his lips. His kiss to my knuckles was gentle and my heart missed a beat.
I could easily fall in love with him. In fact, I thought I probably was. It was only my news that held me back from saying anything. And the fact we hadn’t known each other that long.
The closer to the church we got, the more nervous I felt. I hadn’t seen my parents in months, and I really didn’t want hugs and kisses. I wanted an apology but knew that would never happen. All I hoped for was that we’d bump into friends, and I could chat to them.
Annoyingly, mother was in the car park with the bridesmaids. I should have guessed she’d be there way earlier than necessary. The poor girls would have to stand in the chilly weather until the bride showed up. They stopped talking and turned towards the car. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to tell who was about to exit the vehicle. I noticed my mother, completely unsubtly bend slightly to peer in. The car was turned around so Jacob would be the first to leave.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked, squeezing the hand he hadn’t stopped holding.
“No, can we go back home?” I replied genuinely.
“We can, if that’s what you want.”
I sighed. “No, let’s get it over with. So, where did we meet?”
He laughed as we recapped our story. The driver opened the rear door and Jacob slid out. He buttoned his suit jacket before holding out his hand for me.
My mother gasped when she saw me, and the chief bridesmaid scowled. Becky had been super pleased to have the role over me. But then, as my ex’s sister and his alibi, I’d expect her to.
“Anna!” my mother cried out, rushing forwards with her arms outstretched.
I sidestepped her, holding my clutch in front of me as a barrier.
“Mother, I’d like you to meet Jacob. Jacob, this is my mother, Alma.”
My mother hated her name, Alma, and mostly used her middle name, Freya.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Alma,” Jacob said in a low and seductive voice.
My mother visibly flustered. Her cheeks reddened as his hand closed around hers. I wanted to laugh out loud.
“Oh, we don’t use that name. Please call me, Freya, all my friends do. It’s my middle name, my parents couldn’t decide what to call me and since my mother was Scandinavian, she got to choose my name. My father...” she rambled. “Well, enough about that. Shall I introduce you to the bridesmaids?”
“I’m sure Anna can do that later,” he replied making sure to bring me into the conversation.
Becky bristled some more. She had barged her way forwards to be next in line to greet Jacob.
“You have a rather nice car,” my mother said, still shaking Jacob’s hand.
“It’s Anna’s, not mine,” he replied.
